Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.